A Junkie's Spiritual Journey

A JUNKIE’S SPIRITUAL JOURNEY

CHANNELED BY MARCOS ALBERTO FERREIRA

Copyright © 2012 by Marcos Alberto Ferreira

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CONTENTS

Introduction

Preface

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

To God, who has given me life.

For my parents Luiz and Suelly; their examples showed me the way.

For my wife Rosa Maria; her shoulder has helped me on the way.

For my children: Agatha, Bettina and Marcus; you’ve given me the chance

to help you on your ways.

And to James. You trusted me to tell your story.

Through Spiritism man knows where he came from, where he’s going to and why he’s here. Man begins to understand why he temporarily suffers and sees, everywhere, God’s justice.

INTRODUCTION

I was born and raised as a Spiritist. I have volunteered teaching the Spiritist Doctrine and Philosophy.

But, in all my years of, I have never come across anyone any spirit quite like Jim.

I first came involved with drug prevention in the early 1990’s, when I was a judge in a small town in Minas Gerais. With other public officials, I taught courses and lectured endlessly to teachers and students in the area about the dangers of drug addiction.

It was a tremendous and valuable experience for everyone involved; especially me. I learned and saw firsthand the magnitude of this problem. I saw first-hand how it’s not only the addict who suffers; it’s their family, friends and the whole community which is hurt and destroyed by drugs.

It was during this period when I had my first experiences with automatic writing; spirits using my arm and pen to communicate their thoughts. At first, this new experience was difficult and I questioned what was going on. I exchanged various emails and phone calls with a good friend of mine, Dr. Ray Leite, who was a leader in the Spiritist movement. Over the years, as I became used to this kind of spiritual communication, I started to use the many messages I received in my lectures

I still remember the date: May 15th 2000.

I received the first chapter of this book you’re about to read. A few days later discovered the name attached to the spirit who was using me to write the book; James.

I immediately identified with him and another character in the book named Kathy. But, I couldn´t get emotionally involved: it his story and not mine. I could not interfere, no matter how the story moved me; it was imperative to let Jim spirit’s tell the story through me without any editing. When each day’s automatic writing sessions were over, I didn’t even look back on what was written.

On July 10th, 2001, over a year later, the book was done. Over those months, I began to know Jim and feel his presence as he wrote through me. I never saw him but I could feel his youth, energy and will to change the world. But, what the spirit went through during its time on earth only proves one thing: you can change the world only by changing yourself.

With the book completed, I submitted to two friends and respected members of the Spiritist movement: Ray Leite and Djalma Ferreira. I asked to take a look at the content and asked their opinions if the book was worth publishing or not. After a short time, they both said yes; this book had to be published.

One day, I saw Jim for the first time.

I was rarely given the chance to see spirits but now I was given an opportunity to meet the spirit who used me to tell his book. He was a boy, around 17 or eighteen years old, thin, medium height, light hair and skin. The handsome boy had a bandanna wrapped around his head. I took in the kid’s beautiful and charismatic smile and a voice simply said: This is Jim. It was only a quick look and the spirit vanished but I remember it until today.

At the beginning of 2003, I and my family as usual, sat down to pray.

At that moment, I was given a glimpse into the spirit world; it was one I will never forget. In front of me were reunited with departed friends and family. For the first time, I saw my father and paternal grandmother. It was a moment of pure joy.

I noticed however, off to my left, another group of spirits. They had gathered to join us in prayer. On my right, there stood many young people behind a desk. On the desk were many books, all of those books were copies of A Junkie’s Spiritual Journey. Jim was in the middle of the group. He approached me and gives me a big hug. He pointed to a copy of the book and said, We did it,

Yes, we did. This book is now being published in English, so it can help even more people understand the scourge of drug addiction. If one person, one mother or father is helped, then all our efforts will be worthwhile.

PREFACE

We’re all spirits created by God. And, we are created simple and ignorant. At first, we act through instinct, then as we slowly refine instincts into intelligence we go through sensations, feelings and emotions. Then as we evolve our intelligence and morality, we are expected to use those emotions and feelings to move forward and progress, then discard those emotions as we take each step towards our perfection. This road of evolution is different for everyone; sometimes it calls us to action and other times to reflection.

But whatever level we are on, we are face emotional challenges. These challenges either arise from our own unconscious or from outside spiritual or human influences. Whatever the case we must face those challenges and free ourselves from our vices, sentiments or defects.

Unfortunately, because we are ignorant of who and what we really are, we fail on our journey. Some seek refuge in drugs...

There are spirits, living in the spirit world, who have gone through the torture of drug addiction. These spirits are ready, willing and able to aid those suffering in the chains of addiction. They do this in order to help themselves down the path of evolution too, once they abused now they help the abuser.

One of these spirit helpers, Jim, through the medium ship of Judge Marcos Alberto Ferreira, has come forth to help and offer his insight into what drug addiction is all about; he was an addict during his last earth incarnation and is now on a mission to help.

Drugs exist because of the most basic principles of our society: the Law of Supply and Demand. This being the case, everyone in the chain: grower, producer, trafficker and user must understand they will be held accountable.

This is a book that should be read over and over again. It teaches us how we first must love ourselves before we can feel compassion for others and use the various situations we find ourselves in during our very own unique paths to evolution.

We are all on the road to the happiness God has promised us; it is up to each and every one of us when and how we will find that happiness. It can be now, or it can be later.

–Ray Leite

Spiritist Lecturer (1940-2004)

CHAPTER ONE

DRUGS: ILLUSION TO REALITY

It was a difficult path. We had to be careful; water gushing from one side of an embankment made the trail slippery and treacherous. We held on to each other for support.

Our group had been walking for hours but had made little progress. We were tired. The air was difficult to breathe, the atmosphere heavy: almost suffocating. Although the water made travel difficult, the scenery around us was dried out and wasted; nothing but dirt and dust as far as the eye could see. And at times a cold, biting wind lifted the dust, burning our eyes, making it difficult to see the path ahead.

But, we pressed forward. We knew what the final destination was and our group was determined make it no matter what.

Louise was our leader and she knew the way, guiding us as if we were back in our own colony. Every once and awhile, other spirits would pass us, but not a glance or greeting was exchanged. I didn’t know if they saw us or not.

Once and awhile we took a break. We tired quickly, but Louise and the security crew guarding us never rested; when we stopped security would take up positions around us, guarding from any possible threats or attack. Louise would open her maps and check on our progress. We could only take short breaks. We all knew it was important we kept moving on.

We made it to the top of a steep cliff. I remember trying to look down but there was no way I could make out down below. I knew were high up, but I didn’t know for sure how high that high was.

A dense fog blocked the view; but it was unlike any other one I had ever seen. The fog was dark and heavy forbidding us to see more than two feet in any direction. Once again, we took a rest stop, and as usual the security guards went into position. But this time, Louise didn’t open her maps. She simply climbed down the path until she was out of view.

We almost panicked. Our leader was gone for a long time but when she returned she brought the news we all were waiting for: we were almost there.

The Powder Colony is around the bend. We’ve got to stay on our toes. Stick together, she warned, and keep on praying. We need all the protection we can get, our leader advised.

There were five of us and none were happy about returning to this place. As a matter of fact, we were downright scared. All of us, because of our behavior had spent a long time attached to this Colony. We had been glad to leave.

Terry is a shy girl and said very little during our journey back. But anxiety was written all over her face.

Mark was more talkative then her but I suspected this was his way of dealing with his own fear of returning. Powder was a place of suffering, pain we had escaped from. Now, with the news we were closing in, he became even more talkative and confessed his fears.

Jeremy, on the other hand, was reserved. He was a veteran of these trips back to Powder and we looked up to him. We wanted to become as cool and confident in this new line of work we volunteered for.

She didn’t remember the details of her time in Powder, however she did carry with a vague remembrance of all the suffering she went through while living there. She told us she really couldn’t imagine what we’d find once there and this fear of the unknown tormented her.

And finally, there was me. I recalled and felt every second spent at the Colony called Powder; the agony, the suffering and now the remorse.

When I was incarnated on earth, I became a junkie, addict, druggie, and freak; use whatever word you want because they all apply. And when I passed over into the Spirit W world, I was attracted to Powder, a spiritual community inhabited by junkies like me. It was only natural. As the Buddhists say, we start our new life where we left off our old one. If we live in anger, we continue in anger. If we live in love, we continue in love. It was a hard lesson to learn.

I really was into drugs; guess I tried or used all of them at one time or another. I felt sorry for the straights and sobers of the world. I looked down upon them as persons living their boring and meaningless lives because they were too afraid to feel the true pleasures and highs drugs offered.

Many people tried to help me; but I pushed them away. I lived through my highs and told the world to screw off.

Until one day, my body told me to screw off. Too many highs and too many drugs later, my heart stopped. The body died. It was my last amp.

But at first I figure out I was dead.

I simply didn’t notice I didn’t have a body anymore. I hooked up with my old crowd doing drugs and getting high with and from them. And it was even better; I didn’t have to deal with of the day after effects my physical body went through. I was free to coke up, gun up and amp up. I had no idea why but who cared. This was great.

I went on like this for a while, oblivious and not caring, until I started to notice changes at home.

My room had been done over, my bed no longer there. All the electronic equipment and appliances, which had disappeared, were back in place. Even my mom’s wedding ring was left unguarded on the bathroom sink.

This was my chance, I smiled to myself, Everything’s in plain sight. I’ll find a fence, make some cash, and buy some drugs and party all night.

But, something else was going on in that house. My mother had changed, too. She went about doing the housework singing and laughing as if she didn’t have a care in the world.

I decided to stick around and watch because I knew when my dad got home, the singing and smiles would disappear. I remember his lousy moods. He lived eternally pissed off; I hardly spoke to him and he hardly ever spoke to me.

I saw him come through the front door. What was going on? This wasn’t the same, scowling man I grew up with; this one was smiling and happily announcing how he was going to take the whole family out to dinner.

My bros, sitting on the couch watching TV, were changed, too. They were happier than I remember them.

Everyone here was different.

I came to the only logical and sensible conclusion I could; they had finally woke up and listened to me. They were sniffing coke or puffing the weed. There was no other reason everyone in this once tense and strained home could be happy.

Finally, we’d have something to talk about.

I went to my brothers first. And, I discovered they couldn’t hear me. They acted as if I wasn’t even there.

Screw them, I thought.

I decided to lift a stereo and sell it; I could get a bag of coke. I discovered something else was off; as hard as I tried I simply couldn’t get a hold of the set. I panicked and left; something was terribly wrong there.

I ran off to meet my buddies; they’d definitely hook me up. The night was just getting started and everyone was still straight, hanging around waiting for another friend of us to show up with the some bags. Things were going to roll tonight.

I tried to talk to my bros while we waited. They couldn’t hear me either.

I couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on and like always when I got confused or stressed, my mind screamed out for a hit.

I started to flip out when Bruno showed up. He was a bit older than me; I’d say around twenty two. He hung his arm around my shoulder and said he knew of a place where everyone could hear me and the supply was endless and legal.

Come on dude, follow me, he smiled, tapping me on the back.

I figured I had nothing to lose, so I followed him. I followed him over a dark and twisted path but for some reason I trusted this kid and, of course, my desire to blow my mind away was stronger than anything else.

We finally arrived at what I would later call Powder. Three beautiful girls greeted me, each one offering me a line of coke on a silver tray. I jumped at the chance, snorting all three lines in as the women smiled seductively and urged me on.

Finally, I was back in the groove and back on top. I knew I’d feel this way once I had my first snort.

It was one hell of a night, or should I say various nights because one blended into the other. Days and nights became one as me and my new friends blew our minds away together.

I had never seen so much drugs before in my life and hadn’t the slightest idea where it all came from.

But I didn’t